Spiritually Resting Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Resting spiritually in depths of contemplation where life is
settled, alone and calmly watching without at the antics of
nature in an afternoon wind blowing so fiercely.

Scattering leaves and anything not nailed down, suddenly
pouncing upon the surface of earth, sending things flying in-
to the atmosphere.

Nothing to be kept from soaring away into another person's
yard, wonder filling this mind at this extraordinary feat of
nature every time it happens.